[Beep~, Host No. 111, Welcome to "Prince of Tennis"]
[Beep~, Host No. 111, Welcome to "The Legend of Ancient Swords"]
Lu Bai, No. 111, Chose lying down between dying standing up and dying lying down.
Are you ready for the 111th?
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The first world: Prince of Tennis
[Beep~, Host No. 111, Welcome to "Prince of Tennis"]
Lu Bai opened his eyes, his right arm was numb from the pressure, and next to his ears was a clear female voice chanting a strange piece of English. In the background were mixed sounds of friction and subtle voices.
He raised his head and squinted for two seconds before adapting to the sunlight. What he saw was a uniform style of school uniform. Rows of people were slumped on the table in different postures. The electric fan above his head was blowing, bringing a touch of coolness and bringing back the memory of reading that Lu Bai had forgotten for a long time.
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The writing style is probably like the one above, a cool and logical piece of writing, written just for fun, huh.